Wish In One Hand, Spit In The Other

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Contributor: J. White Welchev

If I could escape this grind
if could slip the bonds
the linear of time
and unbind
all that I am
I'd gather the best days of my life
compress them to a single, endless moment
and live within it

But, then again
who's to say my now
is not as good as my then.
I have a different spouse,
different friends
different job
different likes

Where I am
doesn't feel like progress

Where I am
feels like a different me
a different everything

But then again,

The grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
by the sewer pond
we crawled out of.

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